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letra de destiny bends - hiltlesssword

[verse 1 : afu]

pain keeps me going like..

ambushed to get my eyes drilled
my body’s thrilled
i am not able to realize but rewind my past as they got me grilled
a mentality that is partly extinct
rappin this song while i am trill from the agony they’ve put me in
homicides goes on and by, and i do nothing but standstill
bl–dy notes get p-ssed all day
a hitman m-ssacre chained to get them poor b-st-rds to pay
ski masks and drive-bys are a daily routine
either go for a k!ll streak or be a dopefiend
i choose neither but the ink
no i can’t see the future, but i can see results
get denied with a diploma, or get struck by a high volt

[verse 2 :]

rage keeps me going like ..

i slay the definition of ‘no compet-tion’
easily keep up with my mission i started compositing
still on that beat, tearing it apart
mashing through the slow mo b-ttons like a hack and slash game
brutalizing and running through each factor on the track that you claim
turn a lame joint into eternal flame
outshine, till you beg the publisher to make a rename
they kept rewinding the claimed yarn with a spinning frame
i am a miracle that they tried to get slain
they tried to get me on a crate that i am already on, but i am shipless
get up on them while they’re defenseless
regardless this will result me to regret this

[verse 3 :]

regret keeps me going like ..

aimed for more than one, but ended up with none
intended to be a legend, turns out i am nothing but a hilarious pun
a pillar intended to be on top, instead it was planted above me, i was walked on
no defensive explanation to use as a lie, but a crop to be explained on my con
always overlooked, used as a losing p-wn
a don that was meant to be on top, instead it’s failures that i bear upon
i feel like, i am not ready for the time that my soul will be set free
instead if it will be, i have to face a measure recollecting my sins till i flee to my destiny
if you call that free you have to pay a fee

(for being bodied with ignorance)

a measure has a rope to hold it, it gets cut from all these sins i’ve kept
it’s not like i am happy, i am more of incensed
hopefully god will pull me attached to him
life is worthless, m-ssacre of guilt
we are all caged on it, waiting to be set free

- hiltlesssword

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